Lips that caress the curve of the rawness of the earth. Something of beauty when I can embrace such compatibility whirling around these parts, like salt on iron I’d say. As I move into my sweet spot…into my state of … Continue reading
My fedora is doing a little seated mediation while simultaneously saving a spot, not so much on the counter but for the stool tucked in just under the countertop. Takes me back to my second-grade years, remember saving the seat … Continue reading
Thankfully we don’t have to trek too far for some downhill careening amongst friends. We have already ventured to about a half dozen slick hillsides thus far, this one is our sweet spot. For one we get more belly laughs … Continue reading
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